From behind the trees, a massive German Shepherd stepped into the light — fur bristling, amber eyes blazing like fire. Rex. His mother’s dog. The one he’d always hated.
2. The Witness
Rex had seen everything.
Every shove, every cruel smile, every second of that monstrous act.
He lowered his body, muscles rippling under his coat, growl deepening with each heartbeat. Tyler tried to back away, raising his hands as if to reason with the animal.
“Easy, boy,” he said, voice trembling despite himself. “It’s… it’s over now.”
But Rex wasn’t listening. The moment Tyler moved, Rex lunged — a blur of muscle and fury. The impact sent Tyler sprawling, his expensive watch snapping against the rocks.
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